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Katrina wasn’t too surprised to see a Vietnamese soldier in this small elite group, she had fought through Vietnam along side them and have seen their worth as fighters. When Thanh smiled it made her day, she hadn’t seen anyone smile for the whole time she’s been out of the train, mostly it was just Europeans complaining about the heat of the tropics. When Thanh shook her hand and said, [color=fff159]"Don't worry about it. I'm too used to the dirt already."[/color] she let out a deep sigh of relief. She had thought she made a bad impression by having such dirty hands, but it seems she needn’t have worried. Promptly after he shook her hand with a firm, confident grip he introduced himself, [color=fff159]"I'm Thanh. Pham Van Thanh. You can pronounce it however you want. I don't mind."[/color] She was at first confused by that statement, after a while in Vietnam, she learned to pronounce the names with some degree of accuracy.

She continued to admire the view and observe the little bubbles of interaction happening all around them, the scenic view was only hampered by one thing – the yells of men and the smell of war all around her. It was then that Thanh spoke to her, asking her about a few things and even reminiscing a little about his village. 

[color=fff159]"You mentioned that you draw earlier? Are you an artist? You do remind me of a lady in my village back then. She also likes drawing and sometimes would sketch the sceneries. A nice girl."[/color] He seemed to pause just for a moment, perhaps admiring a fleeting memory, a small moment passed until finally he realized he was was nodding off, he shook himself back to his senses to ask one last question, [color=fff159]"Anyway, where do you come from, Katrina?"[/color]

She shuffled in her boots a little, no one had thought to ask her about her being an artist, she promptly answered each question with a small smile. [color=#4262B7]”I wanted to be an artist before the war, I was suppose to be enrolled into an art school...”[/color] she paused for a moment as she looked for the right words to say, [color=#4262B7]”Then the Japanese attacked my homeland – the Philippines and I lost my father in the battle of Manila. I was only fifteen when they attacked...”[/color] Her smile turned bitter, as she attempted to keep herself together, [color=#4262B7]”I promised that I’d return to my country to free it one day… I intend to keep that promise, what about you Thanh? Do you have a personal promise to fulfill?”[/color] She said his name with near perfect pronunciation, months of fighting alongside the Vietnamese have given her at least that and a very small vocabulary of Vietnamese.

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